[accidental text/video]
[the communicator is already in Saralegui's hands, still in use from the situation over in this post. behind him, the door slams open with a crack strong enough to rattle the walls, and the sound startles the blond enough that he fumbles the communicator. the text post button is hit at first, and for a moment all the network gets is a string of keysmash.]
sdhgjka./ml
[it switches suddenly to video when the communicator hits the ground, and the audience is treated to a low-angle shot of Sasuke storming in, Sara's expression alarmed. Sasuke doesn't even bother stopping once the door is open and has barely crossed the threshold when he's screaming, voice straining; pain and betrayal, a tone he used the night Itachi left him behind.]
Wha--
You can't protect the people you care about with lies!
[heedless to the communicator lying on the floor he grabs the king by his shirt, yanks him forward and off balance.]
In the end- lying to them only makes it worse!
[it's on the last word Sasuke lashes out, drives his closed fist into the meister's stomach with a violence he's never directed to the king before- and when he crumples, shoves him back against the wall. Sara doesn't even have time to get an intelligible word out, only a choked, pained sound and he grabs at his stomach, struggling to breathe for a moment with the wind knocked out of him.
the distraught look on Sasuke's face is cockeyed in the communicator, unclear, because he turns almost immediately after and storms from the apartment. the door crashes shut behind him, creaking back open when, under the force of his departure, the lock doesn't catch.
it's only after about a minute of silence that Saralegui stirs, wincing at an already forming bruise and for a long moment just staring at the half-open door. when a second passes and he suddenly remembers the communicator, he quickly scans the floor and spots it. seeing the little light indicating that it's on, his face pales and he immediately moves to grab it and quickly cuts the video feed.]
((ooc: purple is Sara, blue is Sasuke.))
sdhgjka./ml
[it switches suddenly to video when the communicator hits the ground, and the audience is treated to a low-angle shot of Sasuke storming in, Sara's expression alarmed. Sasuke doesn't even bother stopping once the door is open and has barely crossed the threshold when he's screaming, voice straining; pain and betrayal, a tone he used the night Itachi left him behind.]
Wha--
You can't protect the people you care about with lies!
[heedless to the communicator lying on the floor he grabs the king by his shirt, yanks him forward and off balance.]
In the end- lying to them only makes it worse!
[it's on the last word Sasuke lashes out, drives his closed fist into the meister's stomach with a violence he's never directed to the king before- and when he crumples, shoves him back against the wall. Sara doesn't even have time to get an intelligible word out, only a choked, pained sound and he grabs at his stomach, struggling to breathe for a moment with the wind knocked out of him.
the distraught look on Sasuke's face is cockeyed in the communicator, unclear, because he turns almost immediately after and storms from the apartment. the door crashes shut behind him, creaking back open when, under the force of his departure, the lock doesn't catch.
it's only after about a minute of silence that Saralegui stirs, wincing at an already forming bruise and for a long moment just staring at the half-open door. when a second passes and he suddenly remembers the communicator, he quickly scans the floor and spots it. seeing the little light indicating that it's on, his face pales and he immediately moves to grab it and quickly cuts the video feed.]
((ooc: purple is Sara, blue is Sasuke.))